Big Night Outis a retro funk/soul styled song I wrote about carrying knives and weapons, and how trying to look cool can escalate into something no one really imagines will happen. The word "out", in Big Night Out, takes on a new and infinitely more powerful meaning, as you'll hear. I've reproduced the lyrics in full, beneath the SoundCloud audio stream. Weapons are not cool. I don't think I need say any more.
LYRICS
VERSE
You think you’ll never cross the line,
Only villains get involved in crime,
But it’s coming, give it time,
It’s your big night out.
It seems so innocent when you’re at home,
A six inch blade’s the perfect chaperone,
But mix it with testosterone,
And it’s your big night out.
CHORUS
It’s your big night out,
Weapon in ya pocket to back up your mouth,
What the hell is all the fuss about?
It’s your big night out.
It’s your big night out,
The one where you and half the world fall out,
You’re not afraid to wave your blade about,
'Cos it’s your big night out.
VERSE
You think you’re calm in the face of vitriol,
You don’t wanna be a voodoo doll,
But it only takes a drop of alcohol,
And it’s your big night out.
You think they’re gonna be scared right through,
You think they’ll run before your threats come true,
But they think the same thing about you,
It’s your big night out.
CHORUS
It’s your big night out,
Weapon in ya pocket to back up your mouth,
What the hell is all the fuss about,
It’s your big night out.
It’s your big night out,
The one where you and half the world fall out,
You’re not afraid to wave your blade about,
'Cos it’s your big night out.
VERSE
You think you’re pretty quick on the draw,
But you just met someone who got an idea bigger than yours,
And he’s about to break the gun crime laws,
It’s your big night out.
Time freezes as you hear the blast,
You take the bullet, it fells you fast,
There’s no future now, only your past,
It’s your big night out.
So much to say, so little time left,
It’s hard to move, it’s hard to draw breath,
That was your life, this is your death,
It’s your big night out.
CHORUS
It’s your big night out,
God, you wish you’d never opened your mouth,
Now you know what all the fuss is about,
It’s your big night out.
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